Rules are Made to be Broken Ch. 16 – BDSM

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It’s 9am on a Friday morning and I’m fresh out of the shower having already thrown laundry in the machine, checked my emails and worked solidly for two hours — apparently, impending deadlines do wonders for my productivity levels.

My phone rings and I smile when I see Sam’s name on the display.

‘Good morning, Mr Byron!’ I chime brightly.

‘Good morning Gorgeous, how’s the best seller coming along?’ he asks

‘Making good progress, actually,’ I reply ‘It’s amazing what I can get done with no distractions!’ I smile.

‘So, you must be about due a break?’ he continues

‘Yeah, I might head out for breakfast’ I answer, rummaging fruitlessly through my still empty cupboards. There’s a knock at the door. ‘Hold on Sam, there’s someone at the door.’

I open the door to discover Sam Byron and his lopsided grin, phone still to his ear, holding a large brown paper carrier bag that smells divine.

‘Breakfast is served!’ he grins, and I can not help smiling back. ‘I’ve got a meeting at 11, so I promise I won’t distract you for long — can I come in? Got your favourite.’ he adds, waving the bag in my direction. I smile again and stand to the side; he grins and steps through the door, kissing me on the lips as he passes.

‘There’s fresh coffee on the counter’ I begin, ‘I’m just gonna put something on’

‘The towel looks fine to me’ he replies with a lewd grin. I roll my eyes at him and go into my bedroom, deliberately closing the door after I’ve let my towel fall to the floor.

When I get back, he’s poured us each a cup of coffee and is busy laying out breakfast on my dining table. He really has got my favourite — there are two plates of avo special, just like yesterday.

‘I went back to Crumbs — Markus said they said they don’t usually do takeaway, but I managed to convince him.’ Hs eyes twinkle smugly.

‘You’re pretty good at getting what you want, aren’t you?’ I reply, sitting down to take a bite of delicious fluffy pancake,

‘Usually.’ He replies with a smile, sitting opposite me, taking in the flimsy mint green satin dressing gown I’ve thrown on to cover up.

We eat and chat and he tells me about the meeting he’s got later. He’s dreading it, because it’s probably gonna take up most of the day, but he’s excited too because he’s finally gonna pitch some ideas of his own as to where he sees his role in the business going forward. He wants to set up some kind of program for talented kids who can not afford art college, so they can study photography, fine art, design and the like without running up gigantic debts. I love how excitable he gets when he’s talking about things he cares about.

As we finish breakfast, he glances at his watch.

‘Well look at that – still got an hour before Harvey’s due back.’ He says, blatantly.

‘Oh really,’ I reply ‘well you can do the washing up then if you like.’ I finish, batting my lashes at him innocently. He scowls at me a little before getting up and stalking round the table towards me.

‘Or, I could do what I’ve been thinking about ever since you took me into your bedroom.’ He growls suggestively, snaking his arms around my waist and holding me firmly in place.

‘And what would that be?’ I reply; my voice is almost a whisper. He reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket that’s draped on the back of my chair and produces four black silk scarves.

‘Tie you to all four of your bed posts and Fuck. You. Senseless.’ He replies, punctuating the words with soft kisses along my collarbone. His voice sends waves of pleasure through every inch of me and I discover myself aching for his touch. ‘Do you want to give yourself to me, Jessica?’ his voice is low in my ear and I nod. ‘Good girl.’ He smiles, pulling back a little to take my hands. ‘What is your safe word?’ I shake my head

‘I’m not working. I don’t need one.’ He looks at me, confused, ‘If I want to stop, I’ll tell you. I trust you.’ He smiles a slow, sexy smile, and then walks me into the bedroom.

Standing at the foot of my bed, I cast my eyes to the floor. It feels strange to be taking on a submissive role in my own bedroom, but it’s also incredibly arousing and I want nothing more than to please the Dominant master of my destiny and understand how he plans to test my limits this time.

He stands in front of me and tugs the belt of my gown, making it fall open. He cups his hands around my breasts, briefly pinching my nipples before sliding his fingers over my shoulders and pushing away the silky fabric so that it falls to my feet. He lifts my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up to make me look him in the eye. He kisses me hard, biting my lower lip as he releases me.

‘Lie down Jessica.’ He growls. I do as I’m told.

He works quickly to secure my wrists to the posts at the top of the bed. ‘Spread your legs for me.’ he commands, and I display myself wantonly as he ties my ankles to the bottom posts. I have never been tied to my own bed before, but here I am, exposed and helpless and loving every moment of his eyes on me, drinking in my vulnerable state.

‘Perfect.’ He smiles to himself, unbuttoning his shirt and resting it on my dresser chair. ‘I hope you don’t mind, but I brought you another gift too.’ He says, producing a small velvet pouch from his pocket. ‘Shall I open it for you?’ he adds wryly, since I’m clearly in no position to do so myself. I nod. He takes out two gorgeous platinum nipple clamps, each one encrusted with tiny diamonds.

‘May I?’ he drawls mockingly, and I nod again. He bends forward to suck each of my nipples in turn — they’re already as hard as bullets, but he loves to prolong my torture. I gasp as he applies both of the clamps together, making me pull against my restraints as I get used to their delicious pinch.

‘Do you like that, Jessica?’ I nod. ‘Pardon?’ he asks in a sterner voice, slapping my breast lightly so that the clamp shakes against me.

‘Yes Sir!’ I respond, ‘I like it very much.’

‘Good. Because we’re not finished yet.’ He replies.

He takes a third identical clamp from the pouch, holding it up for me to see. He pauses, giving me the chance to say no. I don’t.

‘Who do you belong to Jessica?’ he growls, trailing the cold metal across my navel.

‘You Mr Byron, I belong to you.’ I reply breathlessly.

He smiles and bends over to slide his tongue against my wide-open pussy. God he is so good with his tongue. He licks the length of my slit achingly slowly, tasting me before taking my clitoris between his lips and sucking gently. I moan in pure pleasure, twisting and writhing against the scarves holding me in place as he pulls away. Very gently, he applies the last clamp to my swollen clit and I shut my eyes tight, mewling in ecstatic pain.

‘Eyes open, Jessica’ he commands once I’ve composed myself. He’s standing over me holding a fine silver chain. ‘The finishing touch.’ He smiles. It’s only then I notice the clamps on my nipples have small loops on them, and presumably the one between my legs does too as he deftly threads the chain through all three before fastening it. He gives a gentle tug to check it’s secure and my body convulses as waves of delight rush through me. He has connected all three sensitive little buds so he can control them as one and it feels heavenly.

‘I wonder if I could make you come just by tugging on this chain?’ he says more to himself than to me. ‘Let’s understand.’

He starts rhythmically tugging the chain, slowly at first, a steady beat, leaving a few seconds between each movement. I begin to moan in delight. The pain is intense but it’s soon blacked out by the orgasm I can feel growing inside me.

‘If you come without my permission Jessica, I’ll have to begin all over again. Do you figure out?’ he asks impassively.

‘Yes Sir.’ I reply, wondering if he’s aware it’s not much of a threat.

Steadily, he starts increasing the speed of his movements until he’s almost constantly pulling at the chain — his movements are still small, but the persistent tugging and pinching on my nipples and my clit is incredible and I’m struggling to control myself as he starts to twist the chain above my navel, shortening it, testing my limits, and my self-control.

‘Are you ready to come for me Jessica?’

‘Yes! Yes, I am so ready Sir — please let me come?’ I plead.

‘Good girl. Come for me now Jessica.’ He commands firmly.

That’s exactly what I want to hear and as he releases the chain only to jerk it upwards once more I do as I’m told, coming hard and loudly, writhing and pulling against my tight bonds, splayed open for him to watch. As my breathing slows, so does his pulling. He drops the chain so that the cool metal pools between my breasts and quickly removes the rest of his clothes.

‘I definitely need to see how good you feel now.’ He states, moving between my legs.

I feel the tip of his beautiful cock against me and try hopelessly to push myself against him, the silk scarves holding me down making it impossible. Finally taking pity on me, or giving in to his own desire, he slides himself inside me to the hilt. Oh, he feels so good. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he looks me in the eye, holding himself inside me and asks

‘Who does this gorgeous wet pussy belong to, Jessica?’

‘You Mr Byron, it’s all yours. Please fuck it as hard as you’d like.’ I whisper breathlessly.

‘Oh, I intend to.’ He smiles. Without warning, he starts moving against me, fucking me deeply, and each hard stroke makes his body crush against the clamp that’s still in place on my clit, torturing and pleasuring me all at once.

I can feel another climax rising inside me and I want nothing more than to wrap my legs around him and push myself over the edge, but I’m helpless, tethered and on his terms. Sensing my frustration, he whispers in my ear.

‘Come for me again Jessica, soak me.’ He kisses me hard as I do, clenching him tight inside me, taking him over the edge with me as I feel his own release begin to fill me up.

As he lies on top of me, letting his breathing return to typical, I have an overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around him and pull him close. I can not of course, I’m still bound to my bed, but I’ve never wanted that before. As much as I enjoy submitting when I’m paid to, once a scene is over, I’m ready to leave. Yet I could happily spend the whole day lying in bed with this man, or letting him play with my body any way he likes.

‘Jessica?’ his voice brings me back to earth and I panic I’ve missed a command, but when I open my eyes, my Dominant Master has gone and Sam’s gazing at me affectionately.

‘Sorry,’ I reply — ‘that was intense!’ I reply breathlessly.

‘In a good way, I hope?’ he asks, already knowing the answer, I nod and he grins, kissing me lightly before moving off to untie my ankles and wrists. I move to kneel on the bed in front of him, waiting expectantly for him to unclamp my nipples and notice he’s just standing, staring at me lustfully, and at the chain still connecting the three jewelled clamps.

‘Take a picture, Mr Byron. It’ll last longer!’ I scold, smiling.

‘Don’t tempt me’ he replies in a low voice, ‘do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now?’, he adds, stroking my cheek as he moves to unfasten the chain.

‘You can if you want to.’ I breathe, shocking myself as much as him.

‘Really?’ He queries and I nod. ‘That’s completely against the rules.’ He says, narrowing his eyes at me, questioningly.

‘It is.’ I reply. ‘For clients.’ He smiles slowly and retrieves his phone from his pocket.

‘You’re certain about this?’ he asks again, and I nod, before parting my thighs slightly and giving him my very best demure pout as he takes the shot.

Shortly after, as I’m getting dressed, he catches me rubbing my fingertip across my bare nipple.

‘Did I hurt you?’ his eyes are full of concern.

‘Only in a good way’ I smile, kissing him lightly. His concern is replaced with a flash of something much less wholesome.

‘Well,’ as much as I would definitely prefer to stay here with you, I don’t think that being distracted by a gorgeous naked woman would cut it as an excuse for missing this meeting.’ He kisses me softly as he reluctantly slips his jacket on. ‘Especially not when my aunt is apparently so impressed with my newfound dedication.’ he continues,

‘You’re finding your CEO stride then?’ I ask and he shrugs,

‘Apparently so. She is, quote, “delighted at the focus and control I’ve shown this week”, so I’d hate to shatter the illusion!’ he grins boyishly. I guess taking control of me really does help him focus on taking control in all other things too. Which begs the question, am I just a means to an end, to keep himself in check? Is me submitting to him on my own time just saving him on expenses? Don’t overthink it, Jessica! Whatever the reason, you’re enjoying it just as much as he is! My inner monologue is right.

‘Best make sure she doesn’t get hold of your phone then!’ I tease lightly. He narrows his eyes at me, confused, ‘I don’t think jewelled nipple clamps are generally accepted boardroom attire, Mr Byron!’ he laughs, retrieving his phone and saying,

‘I’m all for breaking the rules Jessica, but that doesn’t change how much I respect you.’ He turns the screen to show me the photo he took. It’s just a portrait — there’s a little flesh, but technically I could be wearing a perfectly respectable off the shoulder dress. It’s actually a really flattering shot. I look up at him and he shrugs, smiling ‘I told you, you looked gorgeous.’ I’m relieved when he kisses me, because I’m utterly speechless.

As I kiss him goodbye at the door, I notice Harvey parked opposite, wow that man is punctual. I give him a little wave and get a polite nod and a hint of a smile in return. I wonder if he knows what we’ve been up to. Thank goodness he’s as discreet as he is prompt.

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I hit save and close the laptop with relief. I check the clock: 5pm. I yawn and stretch out languidly. I’ve been hard at it since Sam left and could happily curl up and have a well-deserved nap. Unfortunately, it’s Friday night and I have a date with a doctor who has a fondness for PVC.

As I arrive at the hotel Dr Hutchinson has booked for this week’s “appointment”, my phone chimes in my bag with a text — from Sam.

‘Hey Gorgeous, How’s the writing going?’

I type a quick response:

‘On hold while Amber pays the bills. Call you later xx’

I hit send, put my phone on silent and toss it back in my bag.

[Look out for Chapter 17 coming soon. EGx ]

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